When a poor boy chased the shadow of spiritual energy in the mountains and forests, no one would have thought that what he was stepping on was a thorny road leading to the Immortal King.
Yun Yi comes from a humble background, but has great aspirations. In this world where cultivation resources are precious, he is like a stubborn weed, growing wildly in the wind and rain. When he first entered the practice, he could only maintain a trace of his spiritual veins by collecting herbs, until the secret land occupied by bandits quietly beckoned to him. In the thin line between life and death, he exchanged his blood and wisdom for his first real spiritual energy - the price was scars all over his body and a formal confrontation with fate.
His introduction to the Qingfeng Sect once made him think that the dawn was dawning, but unexpectedly, disputes within the sect were surging like an undercurrent. Jealousy was like poison ivy, and resource scarcity was like an endless winter, but he never bowed. I practiced swordplay like crazy during the day, and studied the remaining scrolls at night. Every drop of sweat turned into an oar swimming upstream. The situation in the world has suddenly changed, and the shadow of the Blood Demon Palace is approaching quietly, trying to silence them if they fail to win over. Escape became a new training ground, and friendship was tempered into steel in the fire.
The news of the appearance of the Qiankun Sword ignited the entire world of cultivation, and also ignited the flame in Yun Yi's heart. In that battle, the sky and the earth were eclipsed, and everything turned upside down. He was never the son of destiny, but he shouldered the heavy hammer of fate with his mortal body time and time again. Now he is famous and the sect is prosperous because of him, but he knows that the true way is always ahead.
When mortals can crush stars, is the so-called destiny just an excuse for the weak?
